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She’ll wake. I’ll tell her we can work through these issues. I can see past the fact Ewan has been all over her the past few weeks despite her carrying my child. I can forgive her.
I will forgive her.
My phone buzzes on the table beside me. I glance over to see my mom’s contact flashing up before I roll my eyes and reject the call.
My gaze falls on Aria again, and I wrap a strand of brown around my finger, tsking at the change of color to try and defy me.
She could have any color of hair, and she’d still be mine.
Her clothes are wet, the flames from the fire doing nothing to dry her, so I leave her there and look around the shack. Justin found it while we were looking for somewhere to hide out until we formed a plan. He wanted to leave right away, but I couldn’t leave without my doctor and unborn child.
The owners are dead. Justin threw their bodies into the lake nearby, weighted them down enough that when their bodies float to the surface, we’ll be long gone.
Grabbing another blanket, I check outside. Justin left a while ago for the meeting with the guy helping us escape, but he has been gone a few hours. I was supposed to go after my contact back home arranged it all, but I have more important plans.
Her eyelids flutter, her brows furrowing, and I replace the blanket with a dry one while I watch her slowly wake.
I need her to smile at me, to tell me she’s happy to see me.
And then, we’ll leave this place for good.
Chapter 39
Aria
Ifeel a hot sensation on the side of my face, hearing the sound of wood crackling in a fire, and I can smell it too. It doesn't hurt when I move, but it's uncomfortable on my side, and I feel a hand on my arm as I try to sit up, opening my eyes to see Tobias's concerned, mesmerising, ocean blues.
I don’t jump in surprise like I should.
"Don't move, just lie down until you're fully awake," he says, tucking my messy hair behind my ear, the dents of his dimples deepening. "You've no idea how good it is to see you."
I flinch away from his soft touch on my cheek, causing him to sigh and kneel next to me. I'm lying on a soft, beige corner couch pushed up towards the massive fireplace, probably to heat up my frozen body.
Tobias looks different, his stubble, no glasses and messy hair making him look exhausted, yet he's still as handsome as ever, even while wearing a hoodie and sweats he probably stole off someone.
"You..." My mouth runs dry, seeing images of the man's body falling to the ground next to me. My open wider as I look at my hands and then to Tobias, specks of blood covering us. "You killed him."
"I had to," he responds with a shrug. "He was seconds from killing you."
I throw the blanket off my body and stand with a slight wince, looking down at him. "But youkilledhim! Who was he?"
"Just a driver for the facility. Justin paid him to help me escape during the transfer." He looks at his new phone, then tosses it on the table next to the couch. "We've got time to disappear."
"Who's we? And he's notjusta worker, he was a human being with a family and you took his life, just like you did with the two people you also killed!"
He doesn’t seem to care. All he does is stare at me.
"You could have just injured him to stop him."
"He was about to kill you, Aria!" He huffs, shaking his head. "I acted on instinct and I don't regret it."
"Of course," I reply sarcastically.
Stepping back, I make my way through the open-floor planned room, stopping in the kitchen, scrubbing off the crimson stains on my hands vigorously in the sink. It burns, the harshness of the brush making my skin raw.
I know Tobias can hear my rapid bursts of breaths, the gasps that fall from my lips as I try not to break down and grip the sink. I don't know why I keep making these ridiculous decisions, having it in my head that I, the woman he drugged and messed with, could talk Tobias Mitchell into going back into custody.
I've not been myself at all this year, and it's ever since I met him.
